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As of late, Wisconsin Republicans have been quite fond of attempting to undermine and overturn the state's existing gun laws. In many cases, conservative leadership has eagerly echoed the nationwide claims of the NRA, placing firearms on equal footing as democracy and free speech in defining what it means to truly be American.
You are about to enter a dimension of sight and of sound - one of sub-par basketball teams and of cramped seating areas. You are about to enter ... the Wild Zone.
Being drunk at 4 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon seems defiant and cool on a college campus that measures networking potential with keg stand records and counts down the days until the Mifflin Street Block Party every year.
Sophomore guard Teah Gant sunk two clutch free throws with just seconds left to cap off a miraculous comeback Thursday night at Chrisler Arena in Ann Arbor, Mich., defeating Michigan 69-67.
We've all been there before. That awkward break between classes when there isn't really enough time to run home but you want to get food. But there really isn't anyone to eat with. Then you feel sad. You mass text all of your friends to see where they are, if maybe they have time for a fast sandwich at Subway or a burrito from Chipotle. But after no replies, you just have to face the facts: No one's around. Cue up the Psycho music because this is straight out of a horror movie. It has to be everyone's worst nightmare - eating alone.
Somewhere along the fine line between psychopath and psychic, there exists a unique class of human beings commonly known as college basketball coaches.
Wisconsin split a pair of games on Sunday at the Louisville Slugger Desert Classic in Las Vegas, Nev., defeating Cal Poly 7-5 in the morning and losing to UCLA 4-1 in the afternoon.
HOST: Welcome to the CNN War Situation Readiness Attack Panic Room Election 2008. I'm Anderson Cooper, and tonight we're taking you in-depth into the Wesconsin primaries, which have never mattered before. For more, here's CNN Senior Political Analyst, and my personal creepy doppelganger, John King.
The old dictum never mix business with pleasure"" always rang true for me. History papers turn out worse if written with the TV on (even if it was the History Channel), drunk calculus isn't as much fun as it sounds, and my various attempts to write academically about video games never went well; I'd end up having to swear off both video games and academics for weeks.
I can't believe it is Valentine's Day already. Let the self-loathing begin. But all jokes aside, I actually like this holiday. The cards and the candy - obviously the candy - are all in good fun. This year has been one wild ride, and it's also going to mark my first Valentine's Day alone. But don't pity me everyone, it took me a while to get to this place and I'm not about to allow some candy hearts to get me down.
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The Wisconsin softball team kicked off their season with a 2-3 record at the Red Desert Classic in St. George, Utah, playing in the complex where the baseball scene in High School Musical 2 was filmed.
It is time to complete the triumvirate of commercialized winter holidays. Three months ago, it began with Thanksgiving (slogan: Force feed your loved ones name brand food""). Then came Christmas (slogan: ""Buy your loved ones lots of expensive crap""). The final commercialized holiday of winter is, of course, Valentine's Day (slogan: ""Force feed your loved ones name brand chocolate and buy them lots of lots of expensive crap"").
I convinced myself this semester was going to be the one. I set my goals high and had all my supplies ready. No procrastinating, no drawing doodles instead of taking notes and especially no selling organs on the black market during lecture. It really throws off your concentration.
It's 2008, but I'm still reeling from all the music of 2007. Frankly, it's left me in an overwhelming stupor of underwhelmed impressions.
I started dating when I was 15. Since then, I've had a slew of boyfriends, flings, dinner dates and objects of my stalker efforts. They've all been very different - I've dated tall guys, short guys, smart guys, dumb guys, birthday clowns, liberals and even one Republican.
To put it plainly and simply, I hate anything cheesy. Ask any of my friends, and they'll all describe me the same way. I can't watch romantic comedies, the prospect of a heart-to-heart deep-feeling talk sends me running in the opposite direction, and if anyone drops a bad pick-up line around me I leave the bar immediately.
A year ago, I had the great honor, privilege and luck of being able to fly with the Green Bay Packers to their game in San Francisco (my dad won a contest at work and picked me over my mom). Sometime between the crab dinner and the personal police escort to the game, I remember thinking how nice it would be if the Packers could win a few games down the stretch for Brett Favre and send him out on a winning note.
Even though Emile Hirsch dies at the end of Into the Wild,"" I found myself leaving the theater strangely enamored. Deciding to attribute this eroticism to Emile's on-screen charisma and willingness to do full-frontal, instead of, say, a budding case of necrophilia, I confronted my boyfriend Jeff about the possibility of making ""the list.""
There is so little for Americans to believe in these days. Sadly, on Nov. 30 we lost one more reason to believe. His name was Robert Craig Knievel, Jr., but you might know him better as Evel Knievel."" Or, if not by his name, then perhaps by his appearance - a man constantly wearing a death-defying smirk and a red, white and blue leather jumpsuit (equipped with a fashionable cape).
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